Текст песни Гарик Сукачев и Неприкасаемые - Человек в шляпе

There is a meet at promёrzshemu through
The Night Boulevard, not the host, not a guest.
He pulled down his hat, that can not see the eyebrows,
In gait snob, but our blood.

The man in the hat - once in someone's fate.
The man in the hat - no stranger, nor himself.
The man in the hat - either a strong or weak.
Just a man. The man in the hat.

Rubbing the snow dim light of lanterns.
Step by step, for the purpose of their smiles.
A bunch of keys jingling in his pocket,
Remembering the last meeting of the day.

The man in the hat - once in someone's fate.
The man in the hat - no stranger, nor himself.
The man in the hat - either a strong or weak.
Just a man. The man in the hat.

Familiar stranger in the gray coat.
The man - one man - one.
A person without intent, a man out of place,
Just a man. The man at sunset.

The man in the hat - once in someone's fate.
The man in the hat - no stranger, nor himself.
The man in the hat - either a strong or weak.
Just a man. The man in the hat.